Parading

Are you possessed by a topophilia. (The feeling of affection that individuals have

Look at the birds. Even flying / is born

all my best thoughts / I roll up and let fall carelessly. It is

What was that sound that came in on the dark?

Let me begin again as a speck

You must live with great seriousness

A wound is a fire

It’s praising.

And I have become the child of the clouds, and of hope.

We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups.